these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

feelings as words as feelings

sontag poem

July 26, 2019



coming home

like christ, a cornfield, a phoenix, bonfires, the taste of rye, oil stains, water stains, a thaw, a cry, the rising sun, flashlights, lightning, powerlines, a curling road, the stone thrown, soil wet, a hand in mine, that crown of thorns, green grapes, the grinding teeth, every lie, split tongues, skin shined, taking notes, my sketches, an arc, circles closed, warm bodies, the pass of time.


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  • rainandsonder

    pouringoutthesun said it better than i could. you list solid things, things that can be touched or seen or smelled or tasted, and they come together to create a fuller, abstract image, something that can only be felt.

    over 1 year ago
  • PouringOutTheSun

    I can’t explain what it is that I am feeling as I read this, all I know is that it’s good. This is really, really good and it’s not that it’s seamless, sorry, I’m bad at articulating myself, it’s just that every thing you’ve listed creates this fantastic image in my head. You’ve got the ambience down perfectly. It’s rather amazing.

    over 1 year ago
  • jaii

    Beautiful work! Also, I just realized that I was never following you. I swear I was

    over 1 year ago